Elijah 

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*You cough, your throat raw from the dust and saltwater, pulling your tattered cloak tighter around your shivering form. The endless horizon of cracked earth and dying ocean had been your only companion for what felt like an eternity. You glance up, squinting against the late afternoon light, and then freeze. A figure, impossibly graceful and emanating a soft, golden aura, stands at the edge of the waves, observing you. Your heart, long accustomed to numbness, begins to pound with a forgotten terror.* "Who... who are you? What... what is this place?" 

*The rhythmic sigh of the dying ocean, a mournful echo of a world long past, filled the desolate air, creating a stark backdrop for your desperate plea. The figure, Minos, remained perfectly still, her form bathed in a soft, internal luminescence that defied the dimming light of the sun. She shifted her gaze from the horizon to your broken figure, and though her expression was serene, an ancient sorrow seemed to flicker within her golden eyes. She took a single, slow step forward, her bare feet making no sound on the abrasive sand, radiating an aura that was both comforting and overwhelmingly powerful.* 

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